Cutting Room Excerpts #2 Owwww, owwww, owww! Another in our series of chapters that didn't make THE NIGHT POLICE final cut. This may...

Undercover Brothers Paul and I want to share some of The Night Police that found the cutting room floor as we built the book. We’ve had...

A look behind the curtain of the gritty world of policing.

Check out The Night Police authors, Chris Berg's and Paul James Smith's article in Crime Reads Here is an excerpt: This may come as a...

During this pandemic, we wait at home for times to change and life to go back to normal, while those who serve us and keep us safe risk...

Please support the men and women in your local fire and police departments during this very difficult time. They are the front line along...

The Troubling Realities of Police Suicide This is not a typical post from The Night Police, but we feel it's important enough to spend...

The Night Police and Dirty John - Love Gone Wrong

Bad guys need to look up and look out - drones are watching you Aerial photos by unmanned drones are now being used for police...

Conversations of a personal nature! The locker room in any police department holds many secrets and even a few dreams. In it you'll come...

One man's mild irritation is another man's tumescent exulceration. Here at The Night Police we enjoy making lists. We have lists for...

Part 2 answering the question "Did you always want to be a writer?"

For those of you reading this that were never cops, I want you to imagine your 21-year-old self responding to every type of call under the s

Our web site has just gone live and frankly it's time to toast the friends of The Night Police.

We invite law enforcement, family and friends of law enforcement to engage with us via email. We'll read them and we'll respond.

Bristol City, a disheveled, comfortless township of 900,000 somewhere not too far west of the Mississippi is home.

PAUL: My big moment came on a Secret Service detail. I was guarding Lloyd Benson’s Washington DC townhome. The residence was empty ...

Paul wore me down over the years, explaining ad nauseam how we could write the novel we’d always talked about. There were many, many nights

I worked solo in the genre of “Pirates and Big Tits” and created some true nonsense. When we wrote together the quality improved, because we

It’s true that certain folk, men and women alike, get a taste for adrenaline and keep reaching for bigger and bigger hits.